Supposedly, Hemingway once wrote a story in six words: "For sale: baby shoes, never worn." I'm no Hemingway, but I dig the idea of ultra-short stories.
I write them from time to time. You might like some. You can find me on Twitter at @dcwllms.

Saturday, January 7, 2017

1019. Flyover states

We drilled down deep to the Earth's core searching for Yuan and U.S. Dollars.
Having been sufficiently stressed, the planet fractured into a thousand pieces.
Luckily, those of us with means were able to cover our various acreages and estates in domes capable of sustaining life in space.
For the rest, asteroids ain't no place for people.